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A BOOK IN VERSE 

Composed on the Works of God as they appear from 

a Supernatural Point of View, proceeding from 

His Thought, His Word, and His Will 

POEMS 

Intuitively Composed while Contemplating llie Works of God 

EARTH 

The Earth, the Island Home and Nursery of Man, 
Sailing as a Submarine through Ether Oceans 
to the Hai'bor of Eternity, etc. 

THE SUN 

Extracting and Devouring the Superfluous Gases of the 

Entire Solar System, its Pyramids of Flame and 

Flaming Oceans, its Volcanic Mountains, its 

Electric Concentric Rings, its Warfare with Atmos- 
pheric Belts and Hurricanes. The Sun not an 
Immortal Body, but a Mighty Power- 
House, built by God to Drive 
the Solar System on 



New York City, U. S. of AmerkIa.: 

EDWARD HACKETT, Author 

237 East Thirty- third Street 

1904 



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CONTENTS. 

PART PAGE 

All things are created by the Infinite Power of the 

Thought, Word and Will of God I 7 

Poems intuitively composed while contemplating 

the Works of God 11 10 

Poems composed while soaring in spirit a'through 

celestial skies Ill 14 

The Planets as seen while soaring between them . . . Ill 15 

Planets as .seen from the verge of Solar's sphere .... Ill 19 

The Sun extracting gas from the Solar System IV 20 

Atmosphere as seen from the Solar sphere IV 21 

Sun, Earth and Ether make the Atmosphere IV 24 

How beautiful the clouds appear IV 26 

The sunny showers, the balmy breeze — but, oh, 

the lovely sun for me IV 27 

See how the Atmosphere is made V 29 

What makes the seasons of the year V 30 

When the Lord this earth did form V 31 

Nature produced from Sun, Earth and Ether V ^;^ 

The Earth as a submarine ship VI ^t, 

We as passengers thereon VI 34 

War between the Sun and Ether VI 35 

Sun and Ether fighting in the horizon VI 38 

Earth on its way to Eternity VI 39 

How gases are devoured by the Sun VII 40 

Going in spirit a'through the Sun VII 41 

I fear to go a'through the Sun VII 43 

O God ! O God ! do pardon me VII 44 

Let man conceive those piles of fire, and those rin<;s 

of electricity VIII 49 



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PART I'AGE 

War of Sun and Atmosphere ^'III $2 

The Sun a power-house built by God VIII 54 

The electric power of the Sun VIII 55 



God the glory of Eternity VIII 

Oh, then, look on the glorious Sun IX 56 

The spiral stairs or scroll IX 59 

The island home God made for man IX 62 

Now I see from where I am ... X 66 



THE AUTHOR^S PREFACE. 

GOD and His works as seen from a supernatural point of view, 
and from which point of view all His mighty works are seen 
to proceed from His thought, His word and His will. 

For these are the infuiite powers b)^ which God made all things 
that were made, is now made, or ever shall be made ; and those 
divine powers — that is, thought, word and will — God has conferred 
on man by breathing into him a living soul, the spirit of God, 
thereby conferring on him immortal life, which makes man the 
superior of all other animals and like unto God. 

And it is by these divine powers that God has thus conferred on 
man, that man has made all inventions and discoveries in the arts 
and sciences, literature, languages and all the knowledge that men 
possess of God ; and His works are all revealed to them by thought, 
word and will, which God has thus conferred on man. 

And all the works that man has made, is now making, or ever 
shall make, were and will be done by these divine attributes ; for 
without thought, word and will, man could have made none of 
these things that man has made, is now making, or ever shall 
make ; for 

It is from God and God alone 

That men have learned all that's known ; 

Although to some this may seem odd — 

That some that don't believe in God ; 

But whether they believe or no, 

It matters not, this will be so. 



THE AUTHORS PREFACE. 

God and His works are always working, and as I know that God 
has work for me to do, therefore I must be working too ; and, be- 
lieving that I can more fully describe my work, whatever it may 
be, by writing it in verse than I could by writing it in prose, 
therefore I shall try to put it mostly in verse. And as I am 
neither a poet nor a writer, I hope by thus acknowledging my own 
deficiency to escape criticism. 

But I do know that God has work for all to do, and that He does 
reveal to each one who tries to perform his part conscientiously 
all the knowledge required to that end, and so I believe that God 
will enable me to explain in an humble way what I shall do and 
what I shall say. 

For 
I know the Lord will bear me through, 

Whate'er this work may be ; 
He gives each man his work to do — 

This work He kept for me. 
And what it is I yet don't know — • 

I know He will give grace 
To my immortal soul to go 

A'through His endless space. 

Of this my soul has been appraised. 

It's fluttering with joy, 
And yet my heart don't realize 

Or know the reason why 
That with my soul it cannot go, 

But sure God's will must be ; 
My heart must stop with me below 

Until God wants us three. 



PART I, 



PART I. 

THOUGHT, WORD AND WILI, OF GOD, 

There are people who say they believe 

This world was made out of naught ; 
But they never yet tried to conceive 

The power that's contained in a thought. 
To make all we see out of nothing, 

Why^ nothing could be more absurd ; 
And yet there are those who make nothing 

Of God's holy thought, will or word. 

There are others who do not believe 

Creation has ever occurred. 
Nor have they yet tried to perceive 

The pow'r that's contained in the word. 
They say that all things come by nature. 

Oh, how could that creature have wrought 
All those mighty works of creation 

Without either will, word or thought ! 

In thought the great Lord gave formation 

To all as creation occurred ; 
As each was arranged in rotation, 

Fiat was announced by the word. 
Then said the Almighty — no, let us 

Make man that the heavens we fill ; 
God's breath unto man was then given, 

With thought and with word and with will. 

Thus man being endowed by his Maker, 

A mortal with immortal soul ; 
Then over all animate nature 

The Almighty gave him control. 



PART I. 

With right and with might to him given, 
And laws and commands to fulfill, 

Then man was made heir unto heaven. 
By thought and by word and by will. 

And thus has Almighty created 

This mansion and all where we dwell, 
And mansions He still is creating, 

If we but poor mortals could tell ; 
For He can create in a minute — 

He has got the power and skill, 
And time with the Lord has no limit, 

No more than His thought, word or will. 

While studying the works He has wrought, 

And thinking on how they occurred, 
First framed into shape in His thought, 

Then roll'd into space by His word ; 
The light and the life He has given, 

The vacuum of darkness to fill ; 
The angels and glory of heaven 

Exist by the power of His will. 

Contemplating the planets from here, 

Their grandeur, construction and plan, 
And the millions that move in a sphere 

Beyond the conception of man ; 
In most humble submission I bow, 

And pray Thee my mind to expand, 
And in heaven register my vow 

To worship Thee, mighty and grand. 

Through quadrillion of miles in an hour, 
In spirit I travel'd through space, 

As if sent by the infinite pow'r, 
His heavenly works for to trace ; 



PART I. 

And should I for a billion of years 

Speed on as I did in that hour, 
Amid planets revolving in spheres, 

Attesting His glory and pow'r, 

Till convinced there is no end to space, 

Nor end to Thy infinite skill, 
For the Author of all I retrace 

To God's holy thought, word and will. 
But then, O Almighty Creator, 

My mind is o'ershadowed by mist. 
To think without thee or creation 

That darkness and space would exist. 

Again, upon closer reflection, 

In keener conception I scan 
That absence of all things leave nothing. 

As view'd from the standpoint of man. 
For, Lord, there'd be nothing without Thee 

At all that my ideas can trace, 
For Thou art the Creator of all 

That floats in the realms of space. 

As instance my humble existence, 

Ordained in Thy creative plan ; 
Now if I had never existed, 

There'd be nothing now where I am. 
And it's so with all things created — 

Let them be extensive or small ; 
O Lord, if Thou had not existed, 

Why, then there'd be nothing at all 

And now, O my Lord and Creator, 

You Father, you Author of all, 
Those lines, if I was not created,. 

Might never be written at all • 



Jto PART II. 

And, too, if I was not created, 
Oh, how could my nature exist, 

Ii be'ng an auxiliary creature 
That you to my body annexed! 



PART n. 

And so, my God, I pray to Thee 

Your mighty works to let me see. 

With knowledge of creation's plan, 

So I can tell my fellow man. 

Your works my thoughts have tried to trace, 

But find no end to works or space ; 

For all the works that you have wrought 

Were founded on your holy thought ; 

And all your works as they occur'd 

Were consummated by your word ; 

And all your works that I can trace, 

Just by your will revolve in space. 

While thus in solemn thought I dwelt, 

And thinking no one near, 
Devoutly on my knees I knelt, 

In fervent praise and prayer. 
An angel's voice to me it seemed 

Had whispered in my mind ; 
My prayer is heard in heaven I deemed, 

And God to me is kind. 

The place around was all aglow 

With heavenly golden rays, 
From whence it came I did not know — 

I knelt again in praise ; 
For now my soul has gone away, 

Beyond the earthly sphere, 
While on my knees I still did pray, 

I knew the Lord was near. 



PART II. 



Oh, how my heart verged on dismay, 

In fear of being alone, 
For now my soul has gone away 

Through endless spheres to roam. 
My angel's voice again it seemed 

Had told me not to fear ; 
Though they were gone to heavenly spheres, 

They'd still be with me here. 

That they would let me see and know 

Of everything and where, 
That heavenly balm on -me would flow. 

As if I had been there. 
The happiness again 1 felt 

In words I can't reveal ; 
Down on my knees again I knelt 

To offer praise and prayer. 

My Lord, I give myself to you, 

But only let me know 
What is your wish that I should do, 

Where'er you bid I'll go. 
My body, heart and soul are yours 

To send them any place, 
But, Lord, they can do nothing sure 

Without your holy grace. 



My God, my God, from whence this joy. 

My heart o'erflows with love. 
As if my soul was welcomed by 

The angels all above. 
My angel to my soul now said, 

Whate'er you wish to do, 
You ask the Lord, for I have prayed 

To give that wish to you. 



PART II. 

My loving angel, don't you know 

That wishes I have none ; 
Except the will of God to do 

As it to me is shown. 
My angel thus to me again 

Unto my soul did say, 
Vou will find all the wishes in 

Your heart when you go pray. 

My thoughts now merged in reverie 

On what my wish should be • 
My angel spoke, then I awoke 

From out my reverie. 
These are the wishes that I made — 

Do grant them unto me ; 
Oh, harken to the prayers I said, 

My Lord, my God, to Thee. 



These are the wishes that I made. 

And tis for these my angel pray'd : 
That through the heavens I would go, 

The works of God to see and know, 
And find how stars and planets roll, 

Or have they an immortal soul ; 
And see how God doth operate 

His mighty works so vastly great. 

Then see the mighty orbits through 

Which all the*stars and planets go, 
And see how each doth keep its place. 

Thus rolling on through endless space. 
For suns and stars, planets and all, 

Roll on just like one mighty ball ; 
And then to see the heavenly robe 

Of light around this mighty globe. 



PART II. 13 



But when I wished I thought it o'er, 

And then I feared my wish was more 
Than mortal had a right to know, 

Or ever yet had known before. 
For in my heart there was a fear 

That God would never hear my prayer ; 
But to the Lord again I pray'd, 

And these are the prayers 1 said : 

To thee, O Lord, I pray again, 

And all my wishes I'll forego 
If it's too soon for mortal men 

Eternal mystery to know. 
But time will come when, Lord, you will 

Those mysteries reveal to men; 
O God, give me Thy grace, and then, 

My Lord, my God, with me begin. 



For 

No plans a mortal can devise, 

Nor telescopes through which to see 
An endless space, nor realize 

How time blends in eternity ; 
Nor can he hear the chimes that play 

The joys of immortality. 
In harmony with angels' lay, 

Vibrating through eternity. 

Nor can he see the orbits through 

Which all the stars and planets roll ; 
Nor from an earthly point of view 

See if they have immortal soul. 
O God, no mortal can perceive 

How all those works were made by thee ; 
Nor can the human mind conceive 

How they succeed perpetually. 



14 PART III. 

PART m. 

My God ! my God ! oh, where am I, 

Or how came I in spirit here ? 
Soaring in this celestial sky, 

And yet, my God, 1 have no fear. 
My soul and thought here float in space. 

Abiding thy infinite will, 
To float them on unto Thy grace 

And them with heav'nly knowledge fill. 

Abiding thus my thoughts and soul, 

I scarcely know the day from night ; 
I place myself in God's control, 

And He will lead the kindly light. 
While in His love I kneel and pray, 

I know I can do nothing wrong. 
For He will tell me what to say 

And what to do as I go on. 

Within His care I place my soul, 

With all my heart and body too ; 
I hope the Lord will take control 

Of what I say and what I do. 
And ne'er again shall I offend 

By act or thought, my God above j 
By pray'r and will I'll try and blend 

My soul and body in His love. 



But, oh, what means this vast arcade 

Of light thus gleaming from above ? 
Or were the pray'rs my angel said 

Thus heard by you, my God of love? 
For now the joy that I possess. 

In soul, in thought, in word and will. 
With heart rejoicing full of bliss, 

Is proof that you do love me still. 



PART III. 

Oh, thank thee, Lord, 'mid planets now, 

I'm really sailing on between ; 
And all my wits can't fathom how 

I came to where I now have been. 
Now through the eyes of soul I see 

The mission you have placed me in ; 
And, Lord, as you reveal to me, 

The same shall I reveal to men. 



For now, my God, you placed me here. 

And gave me spiritual sight ; 
And through your prayers, my angel dear, 

My soul beholds eternal light. 
I see the circuits that involve 

The planets through the solar sphere, 
Each in its orbit must revolve, 

And none can e'er depart from there. 

Though each revolves within its place. 

Yet some go fast and others slow ; 
Although to many points they face. 

Yet all in one direction go. 
They are attracted by the sun, 

And all go rolling round with him ; 
And stars in circuits round them run, 

As if to keep ahead of them. 

All as one mighty orb revolve, 

As off through endless space they go ; 
Their rate of motion can't be solved. 

Nor can they reach an end, you know. 
Their motor power was not reversed 

Since first their motion did begin ; 
Unto the place they once traversed 

They never do return again. 



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l6 PART III. 

Still they are trying to excel. 

As through their orbits on they go ; 
Though orbits, yet they're parallel, 

No two can e'er collide, you know. 
But, oh, the depth of space between 

Each planetary atmosphere ; 
Luminous trails by men unseec 

Float in the vast etherial. 



Now God has placed me in a sphere 

That runs between the planets all ; 
From their attraction I am clear, 

They cannot come near me at all. 
While I see them revolving round, 

As men on earth can never do. 
Men see but some from off the ground, 

E'en when through telescopes they view. 

And as they all go fleeting by, 

At some I get only a glance ; 
For through them here I really fly, 

With other objects to enhance. 
Now Mercury I plainly see, 

It flies so quick but not so far ; 
Its changing lights appear to me 

More brilliant than the brightest star. 

But there are smaller planets here 

That are as yet unknown to men ; 
By times to me they do appear, 

And quickly disappear again. 
For they revolve so mighty fast 

They quickly change from day to night ; 
And then their lights have no contrast 

As long as they appear in sight. 



PART III. 17 

The sun, just like an overseer, 

On planets all its rays projects, 
And then the moon doth seem from here 

To be both concave and convex. 
About the sun I must relate, 

Its heat by distance does increase ; 
Its rays on earth produce more heat 

Than here between in half the space 

My Mother Earth I would not know, 

But God has magnified my sight, 
To see her oceans all aglow 

Glittering with phosphorous light. 
Its light reflects upon the moon, 

Though farther from it shines more bright; 
Like glistening gold its light is thrown 

On other planets through the night. 

Is this Venus, I humbly pray, 

That from the earth appears to be 
A little spark not far away, 

But shining with great brilliancy? 
The vastness of this brilliant orb 

O'er darkest parts I cannot trace ; 
Its fluids from the sun absorb 

The lights that glorify its face. 

And now I see and also know 

The green and golden light of Mars, 
Because from him I yet must go 

Unto the regions of the stars. 
The asteroids I also see. 

As round me here they gently glide ; 
Here Vesta shines beautifully, 

Blending her light on every side. 



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But there are many planets here 

Whose names I cannot now recall, 
/\nd more that do revolve in sphere 

That man has never seen at all ; 
And others that reflect the light 

Through shadows of the larger ones, 
Much as the moon shines through the night 

Upon the earth when the sun is gone. 



Here Neptune comes revolving on, 

But far within the solar's sphere ; 
While other planets go beyond, 

Much closer to the stars they steer. 
Uranus now, I think it's he, 

Keeps far inside of Neptune's course ; 
And Saturn I am sure I see 

Revolving with such mighty force. 

Those larger planets seem to be 

All guided by their satellites ; 
While smaller planets go more free 

And soar unto much greater heights. 
One mighty planet now I see 

That seems obstructive in its course ; 
It looks like Jupiter to me. 

But don't revolve with half his force. 



And still some others do appear, 

But from a polar point of view ; 
When seen in the west hemisphere 

They look like stars of purple hue. 
They're smaller than the asteroids, 

All in one circuit seem to stay ; 
They're seen from poles of either sides, 

On which they shed their lights away. 



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But now I'm sailing right between 

The solar lights and starry sphere ; 
My God ! oh, what a glorious scene — 

I thank thee, Lord, that brought me here. 
For now I have a better view 

Of how they all revolve in space ; 
Of all the planets there's no two 

Revolve alike that I can trace. 



And now I do behold from here 

A vast concaved spheroid, oblong, 
Wherein revolves the solar's sphere 

That God has built His planets on. 
For in this elongated sphere 

He placed His planets, large and small. 
And o'er them placed the sun as seer, 

With light and pow'r to govern all. 

And as the Lord hath placed them here. 

He gives to each its work to do ; 
Some seem to me as overseers 

That always keep the rest in view. 
From Uranus down to Ceres, 

In harmony they work sublime ; 
A'through the depths bold Neptune steers, 

While Jupiter directs the clime. 

Work seems to be a joy to all, 

No matter whether young or old ; 
The comets, too, that on them call 

Are lambs within the stellar fold. 
Saturn being the most sublime, 

Because he once had been a sun ; 
Upon his rings are marked the time 

Of all the planets, old and young. 



PART IV. 

PART IV. 

From where I'm now I see quite clear 

The mighty orbs go to and fro ; 
For I'm beyond the solar sphere — 

Their movements don't affect me so 
You may not credit what I say, 

But yet the truth I must remark ; 
The sun that cast such light away, 

Its very mass is dimly dark. 

I also see this mighty orb 

Extract from off the solar's sphere, 
The gasy fluids, dross and fog 

That stifle and pollute the air. 
The gases that from planets rise 

Would smother all within their sphere, 
Did not the Lord provide those flues 

That run a'through ether'l air, 

To carry off the gasy plus 

That from the planets through them run ; 
Which God Himself provided thus, 

A source of fuel to feed the sun. 
When God had made that mighty orb, 

He gave to it revolving force, 
For to extract the gas and fog 

From off the entire solar course. 

But when the plus becomes too flush 

From overheated atmosphere ; 
Then like a tide it seems to rush 

Beyond the pow'r of sun to clear. 
But, oh, those clouds, to see them run 

In floods from off the torrid zone ; 
When earth revolves above the sun. 

Its parching heat makes waters moan. 



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In water life then there's a dearth, 

For waters with the gas must go ; 
They can't exist upon the earth, 

Where torrid heat is raging so. 
So all things that are volatile 

Fleet on before this parching heat ; 
E'en fleshy substance seems to broil 

And with the blood evaporate. 



And then in airy form rise, 

Above this broiling torrid heat ; 
Where cooling veins run through the skies, 

Those drossy fluids glomerate. 
Refreshed by cooling breezes blown 

Through atmosphere from frigid zone ; 
In clouds thus now made bubbly-orbed 

Those gasy vapors are absorbed. 

From stagnant pools those vapors rise, 

From oceans, rivers, marsh and moss, 
In dribblets of the smallest size, 

Possessing life but soiled with dross. 
And as they rise in atmosphere 

They get refreshed by ev'ry breeze ; 
Then waft together on the air 

And float above the highest trees. 



But while those scummy clouds do float 

Thus low down in the atmosphere, 
It's then disease and sickness gloat, 

For mortals have no breathing air. 
For when they get entwined like moss, 

As if it had been stuck with glue, 
They make a muggy, fosse gloss, 

That Boreas can't breathe a'through. 



PART IV. 

And this is why the atmospheres 

Sometimes around the planets clog, 
When floats that humid matter there 

Of hazy waters, gas and fog ; 
That from polluted matters rise 

And float in clouds a'through the skies ; 
Until those bubbly clouds are burst, 

Poor mortals die of heat and thirst. 



Though waters dribble from those clouds 

In mists, in showers, or tent by tent. 
It's but the dripping of their shrouds 

That falls without the clouds' consent. 
Although they seem so calmly quite, 

In filth and dross they brew within ; 
For their combustions all unite 

To raise up high or burst the brim. 



But soon they will find out, alas! 

They can't accomplish their intent ; 
They're only floating on the gas 

That will become incandescent, 
And burn away each drossy stain 

That soils their purity as sin ; 
Polluted matter can't remain 

On drops of rain when born again. 



But when some gasy clouds arise 

Up higher in the atmosphere. 
The sun inflames them in its rays, 

Which clear and purify the air. 
Then all combustive matters crash, 

And thunders roar and lightnings flash, 
And gas in waves of light and heat 

With waters fall and vegetate. 



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But, oh, to see the mighty clouds 

That rise from otf the equator ; 
Then see how they gyrate in crowds 

As to the sun they seem to soar. 
See how they carry off the rain 

And suck the waters of the earth, 
And then look down with blue disdain 

And mockingly enjoy the dirth. 



And then behold how all combine 

In forming gas and water trust ; 
When as one mighty cloud they join, 

Poor earth can only claim the dust. 
For when they do combine in crowds. 

They suck the waters up in clouds, 
As if it does revive their mirth 

To 1 00k down on the parching earth. 

But as they reach the ether skies, 

It's then, oh, then, they meet their fate ; 
For water can no higher rise. 

So here they have to separate. 
The drossy gases then must flow 

In flues a'through ether'l air ; 
For water never yet could go 

Beyond the planets' atmosphere. 

It's then the sun pours down its heat, 

For skies are high and bright and clear ; 
And dross from waters separate 

And float in dust through atmosphere. 
While drossy gas to sun doth soar. 

Those vitalizing waters pour 
Down on the earth to re-create, 

With balmy winds to cool the heat. 



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Then see those great hot waves that rise 
'Twixt atmosphere and ether skies, 
Where they are folded into rolls 
And then rolled down to heat the polls. 
While from the poles, but lower down, 
Cold ether winds come sweeping round ; 
From frigid zones those winds are blown 
To cool the heat on torrid zone. 



But when those cold dry winds collide 
With warm waves on either side ; 
Should they collide near tropic ground, 
Tornadoes then go sweeping round. 
Should they collide near equator, 
Oh, then great hurricanes shall roar, 
For winds are whirled from off their routes, 
And clouds come down in waterspouts ! 

See how those winds from either poles 

.'Vre twisted into spiral scrolls ; 

How through azotic tubes they're blown 

From frigid to the torrid zone. 

And thus does Boreas make escape 

A'through a tube 'round torrid cape, 

So as to bring unto us o'er 

The air we breathe round equator. 

And of those great hot waves that roll 
To blend their heat around the pole, 
Some run through veins where Boreas blows. 
Then on the mountains fall in snows. 
In colder veins some others freeze 
And build up mountains of glaciers ; 
While those escaping from cyclones 
Doth succor life in frigid zones. 



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Thus clouds are changing all the while, 

And so are cold dry winds and waves ; 
For heat will freeze and cold will broil 

Until there is an end to days. 
And so they have to change alway, 

As they a'through their orbits go ;, 
Or just as man must work or play, 

That blood a'through his veins may flow. 

See those black clouds that gather now, 

Though not aware it's for their end ; . 

See how like ships they face their prow, 

And scud away before the wind. 
From all directions see them come, 

As if escaping from the cold ; 
And all in one direction run, 

As sheep do gather to the fold. 

Now watch them gather in the sky, 

And all uniting in one trust ; 
Determined now to fight and die 

Before this mighty cloud would burst. 
But when etesian storms do blow 

They tear this cloud all into shreds, 
And pour its contents out below 

And flood the vales and river beds. 



Then rivers roar like raging seas, 

And rush along with headlong force, 
And burst a'through those vas: levees 

Made to confine them in their course. 
While thus in torrents on they pour. 

They sweep all things before them spread ; 
Where towns and cities were before, 

There's nothing now left but the dead. 



^6 PART IV. 

Again we see those smoky clouds, 

Here dribbling down from overhead, 
Hovering round like tattered shrouds, 

With some above the others spread. 
Alternately go'ng to and fro. 

Some go one way, more the other, 
Reflecting on the earth below 

As if the earth had been a mirror. 

And when it happens to be so 

That those clouds can't go together, 
But must keep floating to and fro, 

Then look out for stormy weather. 
For to those clouds you cannot trust, 

One being denser than the other ; 
These are the kinds of clouds that burst 

When cyclones knock them together. 

But clouds are of so many kinds, 

That gaseous vapors do unfold ; 
Before the currents of the winds 

Those vapors into clouds are rolled. 
And much as ocean's rolling waves 

Doth glitter in the setting sun, 
Those clouds in variegating shades 

Reflect before the rising moon. 



How beautiful they do appear 

When seen a'through the ether sky ! 
They decorate the atmosphere. 

As if it were to glorify 
The Father of all arts and trades, 

The Maker of those clouds that gleam 
In lovely variegating shades, 

A'through this cycloramic scene. 



PART IV. 27 

But there are periods each year 

When fleecy clouds go fleeting by ; 
Sometimes they fleet down low and near, 

And other times they soar up high. 
Oh, see them in the morning rise, 

Just at the dawning of the day, 
As sun doth shed its golden rays 

O'er sparkling dew and crystal spray. 

Behold how beautiful they flow. 

As sun doth shine more fulgently, 
Reflecting on the earth below 

Their variegating radiancy. 
Then see them fall in sunny show'rs, 

Endowing life with love and glee, 
Dispensing procreative pow'rs 

With gifts from God for you and me. 

If you in spirit watch those show'rs. 

You'll see them spontaneously 
Embroidering the earth with flow'rs, 

And bringing honey to the bee. 
And then you'll find each vital breeze 

Is but the breathings of those show'rs, 
That give an odor to the trees 

And perfume to the blowing flow'rs. 

The sunny show'r, the balmy breeze, 

The golden rays, the dawning light ; 
The fragrance of the blooming trees. 

The flow'rs shooting into sight ; 
The bubbling spring, the babbling stream, 

The chirruping birds, the browsing beast ; 
'Mid rainbows in their heavenly gleam, 

Here all like virgins pure and chaste. 



28 PART IV. 

But, oh, the lovely sun for me, 

That every morning makes its call ; 
With light and heat so graciously 

Brings joy and glory unto all. 
Behold him shed his golden beams 

O'er mountain top, o'er lake and rill. 
As warbling tribes in chantic streams 

Proclaim his praise o'er dale and hill. 

While beasts on mountain lay and lawn, 

And animals that burrow in 
The earth beneath the mount or bawn, 

Arise at dawn to worship him. 
E'en fish that in the waters spawn, 

And insects all that fly or swim, 
Like bees are watching for the morn, 

To hum their lays in praise to him. 

Perusing on this lovely sight, 

O God ! I cried, where must I be ? 
Could I in heav'n have purer light 

Or glory than I feel and see ? 
For, oh, the glimmer of this light 

Doth make the sparkling dewdrops seem 
Like diamonds shiv'ring in the night 

And spangling in each leafy scene ! 

Behold the swards, the lawns and trees, 

All dripping in this sparkling dew. 
And dangling in each balmy breeze — 

Oh, what a heavenly sight to view! 
Here all appear in robes of green, 

With nature smiling in delight ; 
It must be God that made this scene — 

None else could make this virgin light. 



PARTY- 

I look again from ether skies, 

Where in immortal life I soar ; 
I cannot see, to my surprise, 

The lovely clouds I saw before. 
Though I can see the atmosphere 

And stormy clouds go to and fro, 
I cannot tell what brings them there. 

From whence they come or where they go. 

And still they come and go away, 

God ! I wonder how it's done ; 
They seem to spring spontaneously 

PVom out the ether, earth and sun. 
T-ike stormy waves they rise and fall, 

As atmosphere goes high and low ; 
How does the Lord thus make them all ? 

Oh, that is what I wish to know. 

But as I look, my God, again, 

A'through the ether by your aid, 
I thank thee, Lord, I see quite plain 

The way the atmosphere is made. 
For now I see it does proceed 

From out the ether, earth and sun, 
And so I shall commence indeed 

For to describe the way it's done. 

And now before I do proceed, 

1 think it's plain for all to see 
That God Himself for earth decreed 

One endless night and endless day. 
Rut not so plain for man to know 

How seasons come and seasons go. 
Because men cannot see from here 

What makes the seasons of the vear. 



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PART V. 

Now does the sun, that procreator, 
By crossing over earth's equator, 
Make the earth in its rotation sheer, 
And thus cause the seasons of the year > 
Or can it be the earth, I wonder, 
Still alternating o'er and under 
The sun's equator, far and near, 
That makes the seasons and the year ? 

No ; 
It is the moon rolling between 
The sun and earth, changing the scene ; 
It shapes earth's orbicular sphere, 
Goes round it thirteen times a year. 
And thus the moon does go a'through 
An orbit shaped just like a screw ; 
Because the earth it has to steer 
Around the sun just once a year. 

Thus making earth's orbit elliptic. 
Twisting around the great ecliptic, 
While the sun on its three pairs of polls, 
In three ways a'through cold ether rolls. 
And as the sun keeps changing so, 
Both sun and earth go to and fro ; 
And so they both, as seen from here, 
Keep changing faces all the year. 

And still the cold ether'l air 

Keeps pressing down the atmosphere ; 

For as the sun goes high or low, 

So does cold ether come and go. 

With moon thus twisting, earth thus listing, 

Alternately go'ng far and near ; 

The sun, the moon, the earth and ether 

Thus make the seasons and the year. 



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But when the Lord this earth did form, 
In order for to keep it warm, 
He placed within its spacious wonib 
A full supply of gaseous fuel ; 
Protecting it with zealous care, 
So ether cold can't enter there ; 
Nor can the ether cool the heat 
That round this womb doth circulate. 

For God has made this womb the source 
Of all the earth's combustive force ; 
From out this vast combustive source 
Great veins a'through the earth doth course. 
And in those veins great waves of heat 
A'through the earth doth radiate ; 
Yet changing in their heated sphere 
To suit the seasons of the year. 

As from this womb the gases go, 

So from the oceans waters flow ; 

While gases radiate in veins. 

The cooling waters flow in strains. 

And thus they do revivify 

All things that in the earth do lie ; 

Here God has placed a power innate 

That makes the earth thus animate. 



But when combustive gasy veins 
Doth touch upon cold water streams^ 
Thus causing gases to inflate 
The force of their combustive heat ; 
Here heat and cold do battle then, 
And great explosions rattle when 
Their terrible concussions make 
The very earth above them quake. 



32 PART V. 

And then, my God, it seems so strange, 
The way you make the heat to change ; 
SomeUmes it's down so very low 
That earth is clogged in frost and snow ; 
"While other times combustive heat 
Doth cause the earth to perspirate, 
And frosts that did the surface clog 
Are vanished into oas and fog. 



But why this change, I wish to know, 
Or how does heat thus come and go ? 
Oh, how can man conceive at all, 
The way you make it rise and fall ? 
Does the attraction of the moon, 
Directed by the mighty sun, 
Thus change the radius of the sphere 
To suit the seasons of the year? 

Or do the seasons so rotate 
That change of radius change the heat. 
And thus prevents combustive force 
From bursting through its mighty source ? 
Or is it to prevent destruction 
Of the earth by its combustion, 
That God Himself provided those 
Great venting flues — those volcanoes ? 



For man cannot conceive in mind 
The pow'r that's in the earth confined. 
Pressing through in different ways — 
Earthquakes, volcanoes, lakes and seas. 
Then by revolving force it brings 
Forth all those gas and water springs, 
While through the earth in pores and flues 
Comes sweltering forth this gasy ooze. 



PART VI. 33 



But as the sun its heats infuse 
Through ether colds and gasy ooze. 
By pow'r of God a'through the sun 
Those three in essence become one. 
And so as one it does pervade 
All earthly things that God has made, 
While yet as three they operate — 
Those works of God that procreate. 

And thus the great Creator does 
His procreative pow'r infuse 
Through each creature its kind of seed 
For to perpetuate its breed. 
Still from those three the Lord creates 
This vital essence that permeates 
Ev'ry earthly living creature ; — 
Men refer to it as nature. 



PART VI. 

And now I wish that man should know 
Why atmosphere keeps changing so ; 
For though it's changed by nature's laws, 
Yet sun and ether are the cause. 
To make the cause yet more complex, 
Both claim the right to rule the decks ; 
While sun the great equator holds, 
The ether claims to own the poles. 

And all because the earth has been 
A rolling ship — a submarine — 
A ship the Lord Himself did found 
'Mid ether oceans all around. 
With pilot moon this ship to steer 
A'through its orbicular sphere, 
Which runs a'through cold ether seas. 
That have no surface either ways. 



34 PART VI. 

And while upon this ship we sail, 
We have to weather ev'ry gale ; 
For as immortals we have been 
Passengers on the ship marine. 
For ever since God made Adam 
Young passengers are coming on ; 
By power of God from out the womb,, 
Both mortals and immortals come. 



For God in His creative plan 
Had breathed a soul into Adam ; 
The breath of God being thus innate, 
From man to man perpetuate. 
Thus God gave Adam with his wife 
The pow'r of procreating life ; 
For all the powers that procreate, 
From God Himself doth emanate. 



Still from our ship all through its route 
Immortal souls are passing out ; 
On wings of hope those spirits fly 
Unto the great celestial sky, 
Where they appear before the Lord 
For to receive their just reward ; 
While mortals yet on earth must stay 
Till they are called on Judgment Day. 

And still our good ship sails through 
Those ether oceans cold and blue, 
Where nothing else is to be found 
But pure cold ether all around — 
Except the sun that shines a'through 
Those ether oceans cold and blue, 
Wherein the heat of sun is cooled 
While passing through like beads of gold: 



PART VI. 35 



Oh, just think what a lovely sight 
To see those rays of golden light 
Wafting a'through cold ether air, 
Throughout the entire solar sphere ! 
And then behold the ether blue, 
Flickering in every hue, 
Which makes the rays of sun to seem 
Like waving beads of golden green ! 

As thus to earth the sun doth pass, 
Its rays attract the vapor gas, 
Which does inflame the sun's great heat 
And makes its power more vastly great. 
Then as the earth round sun doth go, 
So atmosphere goes high and low ; 
The highest where the Sun controls, 
And always lowest round the poles. 



And now I ask my fellow man 

For to imagine if he can. 

The mighty pow'r it takes to sweep 

This earth round and through those deep 

Ether'l seas wherein its bound. 

Which press upon it all around ; 

The pressure, though, be'ng most severe 

Around the lowest atmosphere. 

For as the earth from west to^ast 
Goes whirling round so mighty fastj 
Its longest rad'us thus doth sweep 
The winds from out the mighty deep ; 
Thus draftings from ether'l air 
The winds that blow through atmosphere, 
Making thus a great elliptic 
Atmosphere 'neath the ecliptic. 



36 



And as our ship still onward rolls, 
Cold ether gathers round the poles, 
Wherein the atmosphere is small — 
In some parts there are none at all. 
And this is why the ether colds 
Do always occupy the poles, 
Wherein they stand in bold defiance, 
Behind their icy battlements. 



And as the ether's piercing colds 
Have been intrenched behind the poles, 
The sun has also fortified 
The great equator far and wide. 
And from his mighty eminence 
Looks on those icy battlements ; 
While ether views from either side 
Each place the sun has fortified. 

But, oh, to see how mild they meet, 
So bashful, kindly and discreet, 
While each seems trying for to find 
The thoughts concealed in other's mind. 
How balmy now the sunbeams flow, 
To warm the ether down below, 
From whence mild waves of ether rise 
To meet and cool the solar rays. 

Oh, what a happiness 'twould be 

If they could always thus agree ; 

With peace and plenty, love and mirth. 

We'd all be happy here on earth. 

But God did not ordain it so, 

That peace should always reign below ; 

For as it was it will be found, 

The earth is one great battleground. 



PART VI. 

And so this battleground has been 
Mostly upon the decks between 
The equator where sun controls, 
And ether regions round the poles. 
While on the tropics, left and right, 
They always have the hardest fight ; 
Alternately they battle here 
For full six months in ev'ry year. 

It's here the waves of heat and cold 
Into great hurricanes are rolled ; 
Here lightnings flash and thunders roar. 
And waters down in torrents pour. 
Here both the ether and the sun 
Alternately have lost and won ; 
Here good and evil spirits fight 
For what is wrong and what is right. 

But as the sun's advancing glare 
Doth pierce a'through ether'l air, 
Then ether springs from out the dark, 
To freeze upon the sun's great track. 
Oh, then the sun seems overawed 
To see thus frozen what he thawed ; 
But ne'ertheless determined when 
The track comes round to thaw again. 



So it appears to be the law, 
What ether freezes sun must thaw ; 
And as the sun doth thaw it then, 
The ether freezes it again. 
And as I see, I have to think, 
They both come here to eat and drink ; 
Here ether on the gases feast, 
While sun drinks water like a beast. 



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38 PART VI. 

Then their energy does increase, 
And none appears inclined for peace, 
Though on the line their vanguards meet, 
And some advance and some retreat. 
But when the decks are fairly clear, 
And each has got his forces here, 
Oh, what a lovely sight to see 
Each fighting for its liberty. 

Here all around those decks they fight, 

Still each contending for its right ; 

Now ether piles up frost and snow, 

While sun returns blow for blow. 

But when the gas through earth doth come, 

As if it were to back the sun, 

Then frost becomes a liquid meat 

For sun and earth to drink and eat. 



While sun and earth are feasting so, 
On the pfoduct of frost and snow, 
The change in atmosphere is great — 
Some parts deflect and more elate. 
For when sun is in north solstice 
The atmospheres in south depress ; 
And as the sun to south doth go, 
So atmosphere in north gets low. 

And thus it is much like the tide, 
Still rolling on from side to side ; 
Because the gasy, sunny glare 
Does so inflate the atmosphere. 
And thus a'through ethereal seas, 
All round the earth those rolling waves 
Of atmosphere go high and low, 
As sun to north or south doth go. 



PART VI. 39 



But when the atmosphere is pressed 
Away down on the mountain crest, 
Then down those mountains ether flows 
In great cold waves, in undertows, 
Until they meet the great hot waves 
That sun behind him always leaves ; 
Now here again the ether and sun 
Are fighting in the horizon. 

Oh, see them whirling, fighting round, 
Contesting every inch of ground ; 
And as the hot waves meet defeat. 
Then clouds go down in snow and sleet. 
Cold ether takes advantage then. 
And with his forces marches in ; 
Then sends his vanguards all around 
To take possession of the ground. 

And thus does ether get revenge, 
And sends his hoary frosts to singe 
The fruits that sun and earth had grown, 
And claims the whole now as his own. 
He then with all his hosts and powers 
The fruits of sun and earth devours ; 
So what they took from here before, 
He takes it back now, less or more. 

So as it was, it is, it will 
Be sun and earth and ether still 
That makes this earthly atmosphere, 
And keeps it always rolling there. 
For earth was made to ply between 
The mortal and immortal be'ng, — 
Its destination is, I see. 
The harbor of eternity. 



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PART VII. 

PART vn. 

I see this gas incessantly, 

From every planet, old and young. 
Still flowing inevitably, 

Oblivious of the work it's done. 
I see each little gasy nook 

Into much larger streamlets go, 
Much as the springs run to the brook, 

And brooklets to the rivers flow. 

I see those gasy streamlets then 

Still into larger channels soar. 
As waters from the mountains when 

They back to seas and oceans pour. 
But now, my God, I plainly see 

From every planet soaring free. 
All those gaseous rivers run 

In mighty chasms to the sun. 

But as those chasms near the poles, 

O God ! O God ! to see them then, 
They're whirled around in spiral scrolls — 

Seething, roaring, they're swallowed in 
To those dark, deep, and gaping holes 

That yawn through that electric ring ; 
Those gasy, drossy whirling pools 

Incessantly keep rolling in, 

Until they reach that magnet hell, 

Three hundred thousand miles within 
This roaring, raging, flaming shell, 

That's whirling round it like a ring. 
But while thus whirling round in rolls 

They're sheathed in azotic folds, 
Which shield them from electric rays 

Of flaming heat that round them blaze. 



PART V)I. 41 

But, oh, think of the size of those 

Stupendous scrolls still rolling on ; 
Then see them swallowed in those holes 

That run into the blazing sun. 
And then behold the winding course 

Through which those roaring gases roll ; 
In whirling drafts of endless force 

They're swept into each swallow hole. 

And as I watch those whirling scrolls 

Still coming closer to the sun, 
I then perceive it's through its poles 

Those mighty whirling scrolls doth run. 
I see them gather in their folds 

All gasy nebulosity, 
As they're gulped through those swallow holes. 

Still roaring so ferociously. 



Oh, just but think that I must go 

A'through this roaring, blazing sun, 
Because I have to see and know 

The way its motor power is run. 
It's there the Lord will show to me 

The way its works do operate, 
And then, my God, I hope to see 

How you produce the light and heat. 

Because, my God, I know and see 

That light and heat proceed from Thee ; 
From light and heat, cold storms and calm, 

You make for mortals vital balm. 
For nothing. Lord, that thought can race. 

Without Thee could exist in space. 
Did space exist, it would be still 

Without Thy thought. Thy word and will. 



PART VII. 

Oh, let me intuitively, 

If you, my God, ordain it so ; 
Or in a vision let me see 

Whate'er you wish that men should know. 
But, oh, my God, Thy will be done, 

In spirit now I pray to thee ; 
It is my soul that is your son, 

That wishes, God, those things to see. 

The Lord now intuitively 

Bid me into the sun to go, 
The horror of its works to see, 

The glory of its works to know. 
But, oh, the sun's enormous size — 

Its size I fear some wont conceive ; 
If man in it don't realize 

The power of God, he can't believe. 

Now as the Lord directed me, 

In through the blazing sun I go ; 
Its horrors I'll reveal to thee, 

Its glories, too, I'll let thee know. 
For when the Lord doth emphasize 

His word to man, man will conceive ; 
And then when man doth realize 

The word of God, he'll see and b'lieve. 

And now as quick as thought I fly, 

As through the blazing sun I pass ; 
Down in its centre I espy 

An orbicular magnet mass ; 
While round this mass, but far away, 

Oceans of flame are swept around 
By rings of electricity. 

In which the mighty sun is bound. 



PART VII. 43 



And as I watch those fiery rings 

And raging flames that drive them on, 
And hear those awful hurricanes 

Always roaring around the sun ; 
But far more awful yet to hear 

Those monster fiery mountains groan ; 
My God ! my God ! I fear, I fear 

To go a'through the sun alone. 



But, O my God ! it is not fear — 

How can I fear when you're with me ! 
I'm lonely for my angel here, 

One sight of him I long to see. 
My Father, God, I ask of you. 

Oh, do send me my angel dear. 
To speak to me and show me through, 

And comfort me while I am here. 



You know, my God, as yet I live 

Upon the earth a sinful man ; 
That's why to me I pray you give 

My angel for to guide me on. 
For he would keep within my view 

What I should do, my God of love ; 
Because, my God, you know it's true. 

That part of me is flesh and blood. 

Now in reproof a voice had said : 

I thought I heard my angel speak 
That I the Lord had disobeyed ; 

O God ! I thought my heart would break. 
Again the voice to me had said : 

Whate'er the Lord bids you to do, 
Obey His word ; don't be afraid ; 

You know the Lord is kind to you. 



44 PART vn, 

O God ! my God ! do pardon me, 

I'm sorely grieved for what I've done ; 
For I have sinned, my God, I see, 

In fearing to go through the sun. 
Oh, now, my God, I ask of you 

Forgiveness of my grievous sin, 
And in Thy love once more anew 

Replace me, O my God, again. 

The Lord now seemed to smile on me, 

For in my heart I felt it so ; 
He smiled at my simplicity, 

And as He smiled He said I know, 
O God ! that smile has filled my heart, 

And caused it for to overflow 
With love for you that ne'er shall part. 

And this, my God, you know, you know 



But, oh, the joy those words impart, 

Which you, my God, have spoken so ; 
Your words illumined my soul and heart 

The instant you had said I know. 
For now I am so full of joy, 

In soul or heart I fear no dread ; 
Glory, glory to God on high ! 

Now all, now all my fears have fled. 

Without my angel now I'll go 

A'through the raging, blazing sun ; 
For you, my God, have ordered so. 

And so your holy will be done. 
I thank Thee now, I fear no more. 

Your smile has banished fear away ; 
Your words, my God, I do adore, 

And as you bid I shall obey. 



PART VII. 45 

And as my angel does not come, 

I wish that man would come with me 
A'through the raging, flaming sun, 

The grandeur of its works to see. 
But man as mortal cannot come, 

For mortal flesh can never go 
A'through the flaming heat of sun, 

Nor through the cold dark ether — no. 

And as he cannot come with me, 

Oh, let him in his soul conceive 
All those glorious works I see, 

So he may know and so believe. 
Or let him, Lord, in spirit go, 

The glory of your work to view ; 
Through space and matter, to and fro, 

As quick as thought, as angels do. 

And thus in spirit he can fly, 

Sheathed in love, in light and faith ; 
A'through the dark cold ether sky, 

And through the sun's fierce flaming heat. 
But if as yet he cannot fly, 

For want of love, of light and faith, 
The time will come when he'll decry 

Those works of God as I relate. 

Though here within the sun I soar, 

Beneath those rings still rolling on. 
Hearing this everlasting roar 

Still sweeping round the blazing sun ; 
No terror now invades my heart, 

For now I have that fear no more ; 
Down to its magnet mass I'll start, 

And there commence for to explore. 



46 PART VII. 

And now within its magnet mass 

I see its mortal motor power ; 
It's whirled around by flaming gas 

Three hundred thousand miles an hour. 
Through spiral flues from pole to pole, 

This flaming gas goes roaring through ; 
It makes this mighty magnet roll, 

Then flash away in flames of blue. 



And as the gas does thus unfold 

Its molten dross in every flue, 
Is into vast projectiles rolled, 

And with those flames goes rolling through. 
But, oh, those roaring flames within 

Appear as if the imps of fell 
Were roasting in the juice of sin, 

In those infernal pits of hell. 

For in those flues the raging heat, 

And roaring drafts that through them run, 
Make this magnetic mass vibrate, 

While round it rolls the blazing sun. 
Oh, think of this magnetic mass 

Through which those raging gases roar, 
Four hundred thousand miles across 

Its black and massive flaming core. 



But, oh, the height its mountains tower, 

The mind of man cannot surmise ; 
Full fifty thousand miles and more — 

Some of them tow'r up through the skies ; 
While down their sides the torrents pour 

And hurricanes and storms do blow ; 
As lightnings flash tornadoes roar, 

And mighty oceans roll below. 



PART VII. 47" 

But now, O God ! O God on high! 

Above those mountain tops I soar, 
Then round this magnet mass I fly, 

And hear the whole volcanoes roar ; 
And see the flames in columns rise 

From every flue and every pore, 
Then tower unto those flaming skies 

Full fifty thousand miles yet more. 

And now, my God, I see how those 

Stupendous fiery projectiles 
Are belched above those volcanoes 

For more than fifty thousand miles. 
Yes, fifty thousand miles a'through 

Those pyramids or piles of fire, 
Then from those pyramids into 

Oceans of flame yet far more dire. 

For they are but the soot and dross 

In flaming flues electrified, 
Where they're extracted from the gas, 

Condensed in mass and petrified ; 
Then belched out of each fiery flue, 

Some larger than the satellites; 
And all are either grey or blue, 

Until they reach the airy lights. 

Then as they cross each atmosphere, 

Their flames then into light doth flash ; 
And then when chilled by cooler air 

The larger ones to fragments crash. 
And yet their seething flames anew 

In fragments still more fiercely glare ; 
With lightning rage they're whirled a'through 

Each roaring, stormy atmosphere, 



^8 PART VII. 

Then cast out to a cooler zone, 

That zone of zodiacal lights, 
From wiience those aerolites are thrown 

And strewn a'through the depths and heights ; 
Where from attraction they are free 

Of atmosphere and planets all, 
But when their gas is burned away. 

As meteors they on planets fall. 



If man will but recall to mind 

A burning mountain on the earth. 
And if he tries, he'll surely find 

Smouldering lava round its girth. 
So man would find, if he could trace, 

Those aerolites through solar's sphere ; 
Cast by the sun from crown to base, 

Smold'ring in ether'l air. 

But it's not in the power of man 

To know how proportionately 
That burning mountain base or span 

Compares to sun and solar sea. 
And in proportion it's the same, 

If man the lava could compare, 
To those vast aerolites aflame 

That smolder in the ether air. 

But then the earth has been so small, 

Compared unto the mighty sun, 
And, too, it has no rings at all — 

Only the moon round it doth run. 
But when the moon's concave doth cup 

The earth around its equator, 
Thus sucking air and water up. 

Then earth doth quake, volcanoes roar. 



PART vin. 49 



PART vni. 



But, oh, let man imagine tiiose 

Tremendous fiery columns rise 
From out those raging volcanoes, 

Then tow'ring to those flaming skies ; 
And let him hear those roaring flues 

Still belching up those piles of fire. 
From out those raging volcanoes, 

Full fifty thousand miles up higher. 

Then let him by conception see 

The size of the magnetic mass, 
Five hundred thousand miles one way, 

Four hundred thousand miles across. 
And then around this magnet go. 

And all around each fiery lake, 
And see those flaming rivers flow, 

And feel those burning mountains shake. 

Then see the dross and projectiles 

Those volcanoes still belch away, 
Up through those roaring fiery piles, 

Then rolled into each flaming sea. 
Then watch those rolling flames expand, 

As they to mighty oceans spread — 
Oceans of flame so awful grand, 

That crown this concave overhead. 

Then round those fiery pillars soar, 

And see the way their flames are spread ; 
And hear those flaming oceans roar, 

Away, away, yet overhead. 
Away, away, yet overhead. 

Above those raging piles of fire , 
And see the flaming oceans spread 

Up ninety thousand miles yet higher. 



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Ninety thousand miles up higher, 

And see how all this molten dross 
Is sucked up through those piles of fire, 

From out the sun's magnetic mass. 
See how those drossy projectiles 

Are swept around by rings so fast ; 
With whirling force one million miles 

Outside the blazing sun they're cast. 



Behold those rings so flaring red, 

They look so grand and yet so dire ; 
Then see the heat and light they spread 

From out those raging seas of fire. 
As far as ever they are found, 

To warm the planet's atmosphere ; 
Then all contained within that bound 

Doth constitute the solar's sphere. 

I can't describe those awful rings, 

Those towering rings so vastly great ; 
Those terrible concentric rings 

That flash away the light and heat. 
No human language can portray, 

Nor art of man illustrate, 
The terror of each raging sea 

And towering rings of flaring heat. 

I see those rings go whirling round 

The three equators of the sun. 
And then I see those rings are bound 

Within the flames that drive them on. 
I'm watching now the light and heat 

They waft all through the solar's sphere,. 
Containing power to procreate 

On all the planets far and near. 



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While watching them revolving there, 

I see the belts between them run ; 
I see those belts contain the air 

And wind required to light the sun. 
Those belts contain an atmosphere 

That life unto the sun doth give, 
For if it had no breathing air 

Or vital food it could not live. 



That is because it is composed 

Of corporal materials ; 
And, too, because God has disposed 

To feed it on the rerials. 
So for its food it must depend, 

Not on azote ethereals. 
But on the gas, the dross, and wind, 

And other fuel materials. 



But men may talk of tornadoes. 

Of storms and simoons of dearth, 
And all the terrible cyclones 

That ever raged upon the earth. 
But here between those rings of fire 

And belts of stormy atmosphere. 
Is carried on a war so dire. 

Though heaven and hell were fighting there. 

Oh, see those warring hurricanes 

When charging on their foe's redoubts ; 
With roaring winds and pouring rains 

And rolling waves and waterspouts. 
Backed by each whirling tornado, 

With cyclones sweeping all in reach, 
All dashing on their flaming foe. 

Yet in his ramparts not a breach. 



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While on those mighty cyclones sweep, 

Still dashing on those rings of fire, 
To try and squash them in the deep 

Or make their flaring lights retire. 
But as they strike those rings of fire, 

Which are the ramparts of the sun, 
By raging heaps of flame so dire, 

Right into whirling pools they're slung. 



Still others come with mighty force, 

And make one grand combined attack, 
As if it were their last resource — 

Again, again they're whirled back. 
And still as if possessing right, 

Right on those flaring rings they pour ; 
In roaring rage, with all their might, 

Yet slung down as those were before. 

But now in squalls more fierce and high. 

With re-inforcements on they come. 
Prepared to conquer now or die. 

Or quench fore'er the blazing sun. 
But, oh, thinking of the size of those 

In height, in depth, and mighty girth ; 
There are cyclones and tornadoes 

Entirely larger than the earth. 

Behold how they manoeuvre round, 

All raging mad in foaming fits. 
Preparing now to make one bound 

And smash those ramparts into bits. 
But, oh, what a terrible fate ! 

Just as they rush to make that bound. 
In raging gulfs of flaming heat 

Those storms all are swallowed down. 



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As they're gulp'd down those gulfs of flame, 

Oh, the lightning and the thunder ; 
Each bursting, belching, roaring scream 

Seems to split the sun asunder. 
And thus all those storms are subdued 

When swallowed down those gulfs of heat ; 
And thus do they become a food 

For flames they would obliterate. 

And so the Lord has placed them here, 

And so together they must run ; 
Without the sun there'd be no air. 

Without the air there'd be no sun. 
For always round a flaming heat 

Stormy waves are sure to gather ; 
Although they do each other hate, 

One can't live without the other. 



And still this warfare rages on, 

And will continue raging so 
While there is fuel to feed the sun, 

And waves and stormy winds to blow. 
But yet in time their pow'r shall wane, 

When gaseous fluids cease to flow ; 
The sun shall then produce no flame, 

Nor shall the winds be here to blow. 

But other suns again shall blaze. 

And other hurricanes shall blow ; 
Other beings shall on them gaze, 

About the same as we do now. 
For everything shall have its time, 

And time for everything shall be ; 
There'll never be an end to time, 

While ever there's eternitv. 



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But, oh, the mind cannot conceive 

Those blazing rings, their depths or heights 
Nor can the eye of man perceive 

The rapidity of their flights. 
They are the fly-wheels of the sun, 

Its motor power they regulate ; 
That mghty magnet power that runs 

Those works of God so vastly great. 



They're like the belts of Jupiter ; 

But the rings and belts of Saturn 
Appear more like those round the sun, 

Not in size, but in their pattern. 
But those around Saturn, I see, 

Keep rolling o'er each other's head ; 
While rings and belts alternately 

Around the mighty sun are spread. 

Now from the sun I see all o'er 

This mighty elongated sphere ; 
For full five billion miles and more, 

All round the sun I see from here. 
But as I scan this vast spheroid, 

I then perceive the mighty sun 
Is but a power-house built by God 

To run the solar system on. 

I then perceive its mighty pow'r 

Proceeds from the velocity 
Of those electric rings that roar 

Around it so ferociously. 
For through this vast ether'l space 

In which the solar planets roll. 
Runs an elastic storage place 

For the electric power of Sol. 



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And then from its magnetic core 

Run streams of electricity, 
Through planets' cores from pole to pole, 

Positive and negatively. 
And thus is made a circuit clear, 

Through those electric streams that run 
From ev'ry planet far and near, 

Back to the power-house in the sun. 

Then by those streams the sun doth steer 

Each planet in its proper place, 
And guide the entire solar sphere 

Among the stars through endless space. 
And thus while rolling on with force, 

If friction should increase their fire, 
Their magnets then become too close, 

And something strange will sure transpire. 



For all the planets here that roll, 

Each has a magnet of its own ; 
While they attract, they don't control. 

Nor have they pow'r to go alone. 
But, oh, the overwhelming force 

That God empow'rs the sun to wield ; 
It leaves the planets no resource — 

Unto the sun they all must yield. 

And yet the sun has got no soul, 

Nor has it immortality ; 
Its pow'rs are in God's control, 

From whence they spring spontan'ously, 
Much as the pow'rhouse is to man. 

That rolls out electricity. 
This little earth of ours to span, 

Which man makes so ingen'ously. 



PART IX. 

So do the mortal works of God 

Obey His will most faithfully ; 
Throughout His mansions deep and broad 

Those works go on perpetually. 
But man as mortal cannot see, 

Nor can the mortal sight descry, 
God's works of immortality 

Which holy spirit life enjoy. 

For as we see by mortal sight 

What mortal light of sun unfolds, 
So must we by immortal sight 

The love and light of God behold. 
Oh, do, my God, convey to man 

Immortal sight so we may see, 
You, Father, God, the great I am, 

The glory of eternity. 



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Oh, then look on the glorious sun. 

Revolving at such rapid rate, 
As if a task he'd just begun. 

And was afraid he would be late. 
His light and heat so vast and great. 

O'er space on planets round he flings ; 
And round him planets congregate, 

Like chickens under mother's wings. 

His revolutions are so fast 

That planets all evolve from him ; 
The very lights that planets cast, 

Their fluids do evolve to them. 
A body that's so mighty vast, 

Goes up and down revolving round, 
So as that other planets pass 

Right over him when he is down. 



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And so it is when sun is high, 

Then other planets pass below ; 
But from the earth men can't descry, 

Because the earth is moving so. 
For there's no planet, large or small, 

Whereon a steady place is found, 
From whence to view their rise or fall, 

Because they all go whirling round. 



You'll find this rule both true and sound, 

If on this matter you reflect ; 
From off a planet whirling round, 

You can't measure distance correct. 
Though man can tell how long 'twill take 

A planet for to make a round , 
And seldom does he make mistake. 

But never yet its distance found. 

The distance now that lies between 

The rolling sun and earth to-day, 
The same it never shall have been ; 

It's not that earth still moves away. 
Or not because it still doth grow, 

And through much larger circuits run ; 
Eccentric orbits make it so, 

Those of the earth and of the sun. 

And as the earth goes rolling on. 

So planets all go rolling round ; 
Of all the planets, there's not one 

Real steady planet to be found. 
And all the works of God are so. 

There's none of them that can be still ; 
Because the Lord made them to go 

Through endless space to suit His will. 



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And all the planets I can view 

Revolve upon eccentricals ; 
They ne'er revolve on centres true — 

Their courses are elliptical. 
Continually they change their course, 

But never from ellipticals ; 
As if their whole revolving force 

Depended on eccentricals. 



For they don't move on planes at all, 

It's through eccentric scrolls they run ; 
Their spiral orbits rise and fall 

Elliptically round the sun. 
But as they rise and as they fall. 

Their equipoise yet still remains ; 
Those seen from earth do nearly all 

Appear as moving on in plains. 

Now as I watch them roll away, 

I see how they exactly do 
The work laid out for them each day, 

Just as if they exactly knew 
The time it would take each to run, 

Just at so many miles per day, 
From when they started round the sun 

Till they return the other way. 

And as I watch them rolling on, 

A mighty planet does appear ; 
The farthest major from the sun 

Within the entire solar sphere. 
But now, my God, I see again 

It was a sun once large and bright ; 
Its mighty rings were blazing then. 

And wafting round the heat and light. 



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Yes, wafting them both far and near. 
As rings of suns doth always do ; 
Spread round the rays through solar sphere, 

On all the planets old and new. 
Much like Saturn it does appear, 

Although it's far more shrunk away, 
It's yet. the brightest planet here. 

And sheds a light of blueish grey. 

Its rings are still emiting lights, 

Unlike all other planets round ; 
Nor has it got such days or nights 

As are on inside planets found. 
While yet its fading satellites. 

As if to cherish and to cheer, 
Still guide it in its mighty flights 

All round the verge of solar sphere. 



And as those fading satellites 

Still guide it round the solar's verge, 
It seems to guard the depths and heights, 

And yet its name I've never heard. 
Impelled by intuitive will, 

Which to my soul is always dear, 
I christen it the sentinel. 

Because it guards the solar sphere. 

And, too, because God made it sun 

And rolled it from the centre here, 
A'through an orbit like a cone, 

Out to the verge of solar sphere, 
Where planets are so numerous 

That seem to follow in its train , 
They dot the whole circumference 

Of Sol's whole globular domain. 



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And still its rings keep rolling round 

Its globe while it revolves in space ; 
And yet those rings were never found 

To touch the globe in any place. 
Although to mighty heights they tower, 

Thus whirling off through endless space, 
Yet in this globe God placed the power 

That holds them fast in its embrace. 

It matters not how high they tower, 

They cannot leave their own compass ; 
Because the vast attractive power 

The Lord placed in its magnet mass. 
And now it just to me appears, 

Though rapidly it yet does run, 
It will take it two thousand years 

To make a circuit round the sun. 



For, oh, when I look round me here 

And see the place where it must run, 
All round about the solar sphere. 

Outside the planets and the sun ; 
O God ! if man could but conceive 

A winding stairs or spiral scroll. 
Transversely built round solar sphere. 

Going round and round from pole to pole. 

And then if man could realize 

The vastness of the solar sphere, 
And from his human nature rise 

And view the stairs or scroll from here • 
Then watch that planet climbing up, 

All round that scroll or winding stair, 
Until it gets unto the top, 

Then cross the sun's equator there. 



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And watch it still revolving on. 

That transverse spiral stairs or scroll, 
Right back to where it started from, 

About one thousand years before. 
Then see the sun go rolling through, 

And with him planets keeping pace, 
In orbits shaped much like a screw, 

All rolling off through endless space. 

And watch it still thus rolling on, 

Its spiral orbits slanting so ; 
Still coming closer to the sun, 

And then re-crossing it below. 
Nor does it halt or falter on, 

But keeps its normal pace just so ; 
Though crossing where it started from, 

About two thousand years ago. 

But not from where it started from, 

I mean to where it was in space ; 
For there it ne'er again shall come, 

It's former course it can't retrace. 
But back to where its moons shall lead 

Within their orbicular sphere, 
Through orbits always newly made 

They all roll on from year to year. 

And then if he would come with me, 

God's mighty works for to explore, 
The more of God's great works he'll see. 

The more his God he vvijl adore. 
To see the planets, suns and stars, 

And all His works that never cease, 
Without collision, jolts or jars, 

All rolling on through endless space. 



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Oh, then let man look down upon 

God's works within the solar sphere^ 
And see the sphere and works roll on 

Through fathomless celestial air ; 
Then view the vast circumference 

Of Sol's whole globular concave, 
And then behold its whole contents 

Right from the verge unto the nave.. 

And see that great luminary, 

And satellites that round him run, 
For all the planets I can see 

Are satellites unto the sun. 
He then would have some idea of 

How planets in their orbits roll, 
Still coming near or going off, 

Revolving through an. endless scroll. 

And yet if he would come with me, 

All round this spiral stairs or scroll, 
From whence the works of God to see, 

Through the immortal eyes of soul ; 
And see all round the solar girth 

As far as e'er the sun doth span, 
And then look down on mother earth, 

The island home God made for man.. 

For now, my God, I plainly see 

How in your great creative plan, 
The earth you have designed to be 

The home and nursery of man. 
I see how closely to the sun 

The island home of man yet clings ; 
As child around its mother runs 

While playing with her apron strings. 



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I see our island home is young, 

Yet in its planetary teens ; 
When from the word of God it sprung, 

'Twas closer to the sun, I ween. 
And human wisdom is but young, 

Yet in its spiritual teens ; 
But God will raise it yet among 

The wisdom of angelic be'ngs. 

And now, my God, I see from here 

The glorious light of mother earth ; 
Her glory is to me more dear, 

Because it's there you gave me birth. 
Her oceans now appear to be 

Absorbed up by the atmosphere ; 
Down to their bottoms I can see, 

All over the south hemisphere. 

As lightsome air oceans appear, 

Yet like ihe waters roUand wave ; 
Earth looks much like the moon from here. 

Her ocean beds one vast concave. 
While all the continents and land 

That lie in her south hemisphere, 
Like mountains seem so vastly grand, 

And waving in the atmosphere. 



While down those mountains seem to fall 

Vast torrents of this watery light, 
And then the moon, much like a ball. 

Seems rolling through the earthly light. 
For now I'm. soaring far away, 

Anear the verge of solar's sphere ; 
The disk of earth appears to me 

Like Yenus's, but not so clear. 



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And earth's northerly hemisphere, 

As far as I can now recall, 
Like that of Venus does appear, 

And don't reflect much light at all ; 
While from her southern hemisphere. 

The sparkling of her golden light 
Is seen from planet far and near, 

Whea on those planets it is night. 

For now the sun I plainly see, 

Though on a line just with its poles 
An angle of ninety degrees, 

Right from its centre as It rolls. 
I see the planets rolling on 

Successively but not too soon ; 
All changing phases right along, 

As from the earth you'd see the moon. 

And as the moon from earth appears 

Upon the wane or getting strong ; 
Thus changing phases all the year — 

Its whole year is but four weeks long. 
So is the earth as seen from here, 

Upon the wane or getting strong ; 
And changing phases all the year, 

Earth's moon and year is twelve months long. 



Though from the earth I'm far away, 

I see how fast it has to run ; 
And only makes one night and day, 

The whole year long gone round the sun. 
So planets all, as seen from here, 

Though some go fast and others slow. 
Each makes one day, one night, and year, 

Each time around the sun they go. 



PART IX. 



For I have seen the multitudes 

Of planets rolling round the sun. 
And the different altitudes 

Of satellites that round them run. 
And now, my God, I plainly see 

The whole contents from verge to nave. 
That you placed promiscuously 

Within this globular concave. 

And, too, I know the things I see 

To man are not perceptible ; 
As from the earth they cannot be, 

The earth being too eccentrical. 
For all the men upon the earth, 

With all the science known to them. 
Could not see all the solar's girth. 

Or 'numerate the works within. 

As earth revolves continually. 

From west to east it makes its route ; 
Men would see more the other way, 

Did earth revolve from north to south. 
From west to east the satellites, 

In spiral shape round planets run ; 
And thus they do reflect the lights 

Upon the planets from the sun. 

And like the winding stairs or scroll, 

The orbits of those satellites 
Go round the major planets ail, 

And guide them in their mighty flights. 
I see them in their upward course, 

And watch the progress they have made ; 
I see them on their downward course, 

When they appear to retrograde. 



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But retrogression is not theirs, 

Their onward motions never slack ; 
There are no planets, suns or stars 

That ever yet have turned back. 
Onward, forward, the planets roll, 

In their rotations never lack ; 
They travel through an endless scroll, 

So none can ever turn back. 

Though from the earth they seem to be 

As if they had been rolling back, 
Because from earth men cannot see 

The orbits of their transverse track. 
And through their orbits they must roll 

Upon a screw-like spiral track ; 
They're placed by God in sun's control. 

Where they roll on, but can't roll back. 



PART X. 

I wish I could but illustrate 

How all within the solar's sphere 
Rolls on at such a rapid rate. 

And only can be seen from here ; 
Wherein I soar in ether skies, 

From whence I see our earthly orb. 
Now sweeping with it as it flies, 

Its motors all of every garb. 

And so I see the planets go, 

I, ike locomotives on the earth, 
In all directions, to and fro. 

But all inside the solar's girth. 
And as the earth thus sweeps along 

All locomotives fast and slow, 
So does the planets and the sun 

With all the stellar svsteni o-o. 



LofC. 



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And now I see from where I am 

That every planet has its day ; 
The closer to the verge they come, 

The more they seem to fade away. 
Their motor pow'rs are getting slow, 

They lack the nature of the sun ; 
They look both dim and old, you know. 

As if their time was nearly run. 

Then as their motor powers cease 

From working many million years, 
They float into those milky ways. 

For alterations and repairs. 
Those milky ways are deep and broad, 

Their contents none but God can trace ; 
They're stores and workshops that the Lord 

Has in His mansions all through space. 

And so 'twill be in course of time, 

This mighty sun will fade away ; 
Though now it seems just in its prime, 

In course of time it will decay, 
And follow those that were before, 

Suns much the same as this is now ; 
Some younger suns God has in store. 

That are floating as comets now. 

The suns that formerly were here 

Were as bright as the present one ; 
It's fifteen million years or near. 

Since God made a sun of Saturn. 
I see the rings that flash the lights, 

He from gases them extracted ; 
I see Himself and satellites, 

Rings and all have been contracted. 



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His orbits are extending since 

The Lord Himself first steered its prow ; 
In fifteen million years from hence 

Sol will be then where he is now. 
For now it's near six thousand years 

Since God had made great Sol to shine ; 
This earth was then a darkened sphere, 

And Saturn was in deep decline. 

And then the once-famed sentinel 

Was far inside the solar's verge ; 
His rings were then identical, 

Though moons around him sang his dirge. 
It's thirty million years or near 

Since sentinel was made a sun. 
And nearly fifteen million years 

Since he gave away to Saturn. 

And now, my God, I ask of Thee, 
Shall you, my God, reveal to me 
The way you made the mighty sun, 
And bow this wonder work was done.? 
For if you don't, none other can 
Reveal your mighty work to man ; 
E'en angels, God, sure wjthout Thee 
Could not reveal your work to me. 

This knowledge I would not pursue. 
But, God, I know it pleases you ; 
For all angelic power and skill 
Proceed fromx>ut your mighty will. 
And now, my God, I ask again. 
Shall I. this knowledge e'er obtain ? 
Some holy angel now did say. 
This you shall know some future day. 



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God, my God, now on my knees 

1 offer thee my prayer and praise ; 
Accept them so I may fulfil 

My promise to obey your will, 
I little thought when I begun, 
You'd show me how you made the sun ; 
Well, thank Thee, Lord, this I shall know 
When through the sun again I go. 



So I now shall return to men, 

Relate to them that I have been 
Soaring a'through space without end, 

And tell them the wonders I've seen. 
I'll tell them, O Lord, through Thine aid, 

I saw mighty things that occurred ; 
I'll tell them that all things are made 

By thought and by will and by word. 



